CHAPTER 552. FIGHT FOR YOU. How Angry Do You Want Him, and at Whom?

*Anything goes?*

Adriana didn’t really know what that meant, so Aaron Orlenko gestured for her to follow him back to the cage.

“These fights don’t follow the normal rules of sports events. Weight, preparation, even the type of fighting style doesn’t matter. You could be a circus clown—as long as you know how to knock the other guy out, you can participate,” he explained.

“I get it… if you’re afraid of the fight, don’t step into the ring… or the cage, in this case,” she muttered thoughtfully.

“That’s right. But here, ‘anything goes’ means the cage is a little more extreme. It has to be when you’re talking about a guy with a muscle mass over 220 pounds, like the Dutchman…”

“That’s useless!” Adriana grumbled. “It’s just size, not skill. It’s like saying a concrete wall is a better fighter than you are just because it’ll smash your head if you run into it headfirst.”

“I know, but the fact that the guy’s built like a concr